Chapter 255 Do Not Leave Tranquil Haven Retreat!
Harper's voice was soft because she was really exhausted, but in Francis's eyes, it was another kind of obedience. When she was taking a bath just now, she was very obedient, and even during the sex, she was unbelievably compliant.
Francis's rationality gradually returned, and his tone was no longer so cold. He brushed her hair and reminded her, "There's something here."
Harper suddenly thought of something, her face turning as white as frost.
Just now, to appease Francis, she had cooperated with him in ways that made her feel ashamed just thinking about them.
The more Harper thought about it, the sadder she became. If he treated her like this again, would she have to cooperate with him like this?
Fortunately, she didn't show any signs of pregnancy. Otherwise, by the time the agreement ended, it would be more than four months, and it would be even more troublesome if it became noticeable.
Even without asking, Harper knew Francis's attitude. Not to mention whether to keep the child; after the divorce, he definitely wouldn't let her raise it. It was her child, so why should they be separated?
Harper was deeply traumatized. Tonight, Francis's madness made her think once again of the past suspicions and hurts he had inflicted on her, further solidifying her determination to hide the child.
Harper deeply regretted agreeing to remarry Francis. She felt so stupid; even choosing to sleep with him back then would have been better than being trapped in this marriage.
Harper's eyes were swollen from crying, half-closed, and she was drowsily thinking about things.
After Francis's lust had been sated, he became much more restrained.
Francis looked at the deep and shallow hickey on Harper's neck and back, and the anger in his heart seemed to dissipate slowly.
Instead, he felt a coldness and a hint of fear. The coldness was because she was unwilling to tell him the truth, and the fear was because he was afraid she would leave.
Francis knew clearly that he couldn't bear her leaving, just as he couldn't bear her being pregnant with someone else's child.
If he had to choose, he would even be willing to compromise.
Francis quietly watched Harper lying beside him, her familiar scent slowly filling the huge void in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly wanted to hold her tightly in his arms.
Before he could move, Harper suddenly got up and said, "I want to go home."
She was really scared and didn't want to sleep there at all.
With one sentence, the anger that Francis had just suppressed resurfaced.
He repeated emotionlessly, "Go home?"
"The agreement didn't say I couldn't go home."
Harper used his own words against him. Didn't he first break the promise and say he wouldn't touch her?
Well, the agreement didn't say she couldn't go home.
"I hope you can respect the spirit of cooperation. What happened tonight should never happen again!"
They were in a cooperative relationship, a contractual marriage, and involving romantic entanglements was too complicated.
She didn't want it! Not at all!
After Harper finished speaking, she got out of bed without waiting for Francis's reaction.
She couldn't find her slippers, so she walked barefoot as she really didn't want to stay there for another minute.
However, she overestimated her strength, and as soon as she got out of bed, her legs gave out.
Harper exclaimed and fell to the floor. Fortunately, there was a carpet, so she didn't get hurt.
Even so, she struggled to pull herself up by the edge of the bed, step by step, making her way out.
Francis's anger was slowly being stoked.
He grabbed Harper, who had made it to the foot of the bed, and threw her back onto the bed.
He said coldly, "What part do you misunderstand what I said just now? Okay, I'll say it again! From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to leave Tranquil Haven Retreat."
Harper's eyes widened in shock as she questioned, "Francis, what makes you the one to ground me!"
"Because I'm your husband!" Francis roared.
Then, with a gloomy look in his eyes, he warned, "You'd better do as I said. Don't make me chain you up. If you dare to break the contract, I'll make sure your good friend goes back to prison the same way she got out!"
Francis's words were direct and threatening.
Harper's hands trembled with anger as she cursed, "Francis, you bastard! Shame on you."
Francis did threaten her with Molly, but Harper's words didn't seem to work.
Francis propped himself up on the bed, his long legs bent on either side of her, reminding her, "Since you've always treated this marriage as a contract, then show some contractual spirit. What couple doesn't make love or live together, hmm?"
"You actually want to..."
Harper couldn't finish her sentence; she was extremely furious.
Francis mentioned making love again, and this night had already been so long that it felt like torture.
"Francis! You bastard! Remarrying you was the worst decision I've ever made!"
This sentence struck a nerve in Francis.
His eyes darkened as he said, "Harper, I don't like hearing that from you!"
"I don't care if you like it or not, you bastard! You pervert!"
Harper was completely breaking down. What on earth made him ground her?
"It's enough," Francis said calmly, but his eyes were dark.
He violently tore apart Harper's newly changed nightgown.
The air suddenly became deathly still.
Harper's lips trembled with fear as she asked in disbelief, "Francis, what are you doing?"
"If you say something wrong, you will be punished."
Francis's eyes were dark, showing no sign of rationality.
"No, you can't."
Harper tried to move away until her head hit the headboard, cornered.
Francis showed no mercy, leaned down, and bit her neck without any tenderness.
Harper was in extreme pain, feeling both wronged and hating him.
"Francis, you bastard."
Francis's large hands grasped her soft breasts as rough and with a hint of cruelty.
"I can do this until you're tired of cursing."
Instantly, Harper fell silent.
She had long been accustomed to his lack of restraint, but the child in her belly couldn't!
With the child in her mind, Harper's face turned pale, and she pleaded, "Let's do it another way."
After that, Francis silenced all her painful whimpers, and time once again became long and unbearable.
That night, Francis was like a beast as he didn't let her go until dawn.
Harper was utterly exhausted and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already getting dark.
It struck her that she had a class that day. After getting up, she found that the few nightgowns she had changed into last night were all torn to shreds and thrown in the trash.
The memory of the long torture made Harper's face pale again.
In a panic, Harper hurriedly searched the closet.
When she opened it, she was surprised to find it filled with luxurious women's clothing for the current season, all with the tags still on.
Some of the pieces looked very familiar. Harper remembered that Francis had the store send the latest winter collection to her early in the fall.
When they divorced, she didn't take any of them with her, but they were still neatly arranged here.
Without thinking too much, Harper grabbed a set to put it on and then went downstairs.
When she tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge.
She checked the back door and found it locked as well.
Not only the front and back doors but all the passage doors and windows were sealed shut.
Harper collapsed to the ground.
Francis, that lunatic, really intended to keep her locked up here.
Hospital.
After Molly's body had mostly recovered, Robert arranged for a car to pick her up from the hospital.
He had originally planned to pick her up himself but was held up by Quinn.
Molly was relieved; she really didn't want to see him at all.
Although she had destroyed the evidence Harrison had against her last time, Robert said he knew a doctor who could fix Harrison's heart problem.
He said he could arrange for the doctor to fly over and perform the surgery within a week.
Molly decided to trust him one more time and behaved very obediently before the surgery.
At the entrance, she saw the car from Robert's company, which often picked her up, and got in without hesitation.
The car drove slowly but soon stopped in front of a villa.
Molly had never been here before and asked, "Why are we here?"
The driver replied, "Mr. Perot's orders."
Molly didn't suspect anything, got out of the car, and walked into the villa.
As soon as she entered, the door was locked from the outside.
A man in a red suit slowly emerged from the corner, looking at Molly with a look up to no good.
"Nice to see you again, Ms. Koch."
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